“Dominic,” I said with a groan, slamming my forehead to his pecs, which was very similar to slamming my forehead to a wall, actually.
“He’d somehow hidden his police records from the ODP, so I talked to HR about it, too. A person like that shouldn’t be allowed around other people at all.”
“That’s why he quit?”
“He didn’t quit. He was kicked out, but HR allowed him to say that he quit.”
“Wow. I did not expect that,” I whispered. “Were there more?”
“Yep,” Dominic said.
“You’re not even sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry, didn’t look sorry at all.
“I’m not. Neither of them deserved you.”
My heart squeezed tightly. “And you do?”
He let go of a long breath. “Me least of all.”
Something twisted and turned in my stomach because he meant those words wholeheartedly, and I knew he believed them.
“What if I don’t care?” I whispered.
A moment ticked by, but Dominic didn’t answer. He suddenly turned to the side and put his arms around me, pulling me up in one motion.
“What are you doing?” I held onto his neck, afraid I would fall, but I shouldn’t have been. His arms were rock solid, and the way he held me to him left little room for doubt that he wouldn’t let go of me even if the floor under him caved.
“Giving you a bath.” He took me to the bathroom and didn’t stop until we were inside the shower stall.
“Only if you stay here with me.”
There it was again, that heat gathering in my center. Damn, he could work my body like a machine. He knew how to press all my buttons. It was actually a bit impressive.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, and he turned the waterfall shower on. The water was ice cold for a second, but I didn’t even feel it because the entire situation was slowly dawning on me.
I was completely naked. Dominic was completely naked.
And we were about to shower together.
My nipples were so hard, they hurt when he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me to his chest. I loved that he never gave me the chance to get close to him myself. I wrapped my own arms around his torso and stayed there, the already warm water dripping down our naked bodies.
God, I wanted him so much already, my knees were slightly shaking. We’d already tasted each other—thoroughly, I might add—but I still needed to feel him inside me, to connect to him, to become one with him. And just the thought of all that cock inside me made me soaking wet again—and not with water.
“Sit down,” I whispered, pushing him back toward the raised tiles at the corner of the shower. I’d fit perfectly on them, and his ass was probably too big for that space, but we’d make it work.
He sat down, never letting go of me, and I put my legs on either side of his before I sat on his lap. He was already wet, just like me, and I touched the drips of water decorating his chest, which in turn made my tongue jealous.
“Teddy,” he breathed, and I was starting to really love that name. I leaned closer and started to lick the drops off his chest, while the water from the shower falling directly behind me sprayed us a little bit with warmth. I dragged myself closer to him, and he pushed my wet hair away from my face, then touched my back, my ass, my legs while I licked and bit away, until my center was throbbing painfully again. A look down to see his hard cock pressing against my stomach had me hypnotized. So big. I would never fit him. Where was all that thing going to go?
Holding onto his shoulders, I pulled myself up. I didn’t care where it was going to go. We’d make it work. We had to because I needed him so much, it was hard to breathe right now.
“Teddy,” he said again, wrapping his huge hands around my waist to keep me from lowering down again. He looked into my eyes. Like that, we were almost eye level, too. “Are you sure about this?”
If he only knew what he looked like to me right now, with his hair wet, and drops of water hanging on his lashes still, he wouldn’t have asked such a stupid question.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I promised him and kissed those lips that tasted like life as I never knew it.
He let me down slowly, holding my waist tightly in his hands still. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around him to position him, and he immediately thrust his hips up, shaking with need. His cock pulsated against my palm, just like my center was doing, and the moment the tip of him pressed against my entrance, I cried out in ecstasy. His mouth had been good—more than good. It had been magic.